Chapter 493: A Round of Offensives

"Keep it for yourself if you want, but reaching it is the problem!"

Kabanha snorted and pressed down on Yufu, who was about to strike back. The coalition of the three races stood in battle formation and had the Ritual Vortex to draw magical energy from; if they kept infighting on their side, how could they complete their mission?

"Just charge over, like when we first descended! Oh, wait, no, you were in the Seventh or Eighth Rank Ring back then; you had no qualifications to appear in Itza at all."

"Ughhh! Bullshit! This one was already in the Sixth Rank Ring the moment I ascended to Greater Daemon! As for you, you gloomy flea, the one who didn't dare appear on the front lines and went to ambush mortals only to be cut in two by a sword—that's you, isn't it?"

Kabanha was an up-and-coming star that Khorne had focused on cultivating after Skarbrand was exiled. He had established many merits in endless wars and, of course, had also made many enemies. It was no easy task to step forward and integrate the armies of the Four Gods.

"Regardless, continuing to expand the rift is definitely the right move! Just us few touching those guys who don't know what fear is is already tough enough!"

Yufu muttered with his big mouth. Among the daemons present, his status was considered the highest—the second greatest daemon presiding over the work—and his seniority was also the oldest; Nurgle, born from despair, was recognized as the first to appear among the Four Gods.

"That's true, but are these red crickets just going to watch from the side?"

The Lord of Change cried out. Khorne Daemons had no spellcasting ability and usually relied on offering heads and blood to replenish and recruit, but there were no conditions to carry out such activities at the moment.

"Kabanha, then you go and probe the reality of their defensive line. Don't let the air go, either, although this group of cold-blooded creations might have learned their lesson."

Yufu straightened his body, looking past the previously arrived daemons toward the pyramid. The Bloodthirster shook his fleshy wings; he knew what the Great Unclean One was referring to—in the previous great battle of Itza, it was precisely dozens of Bloodthirsters that flew up onto the platform and tore Lord Kroak's physical body to shreds.

"Then I need some stronger, faster guys."

Kabanha nodded. The execution of their master's orders by the Khorne daemon army was undoubtedly the strongest. After a short wait, a large number of more elite scarlet legions surged out from the portal.

"Beep beep beep!"

Hearing the strange noise, Sinuoli couldn't help but rub his eyes. He saw a kind of Daemon Engine that resembled a motorcycle from his past life; they were driven by Bloodletter leaders and were the mobile altars of the Lord of Khorne.

"Slaughter! Glory!"

Standing tall at the front of the Blood Throne was a Khorne Herald who had committed extraordinary slaughter. He brandished the jagged Hellblade in his hand, which shimmered with blood-colored runes, to mobilize the bloodlust of his subordinates.

"Clang clang!"

The most highly regarded Bloodletters would be granted an Iron Bull to be promoted to Bloodcrushers. That was a type of huge daemon mount constructed from living metal and pure rage. They were the most impactful cavalry in the Warp, crushing the flesh and blood of enemies just as their name suggested.

"Beep beep beep!"

Following closely behind this group of charging Iron Bulls were a batch of smaller Daemon Engines. Adorned with Khorne totems and divine emblems, they were called Blood Shrines. Besides crushing the tiny creatures beneath their wheels, this thing could also grant extra Strength Rune to Khorne followers, guiding them to carry out even more cruel slaughter.

The divine emblems on the throne and the shrine linked together, condensing into a blood-colored barrier to replenish the energy lost by the Bloodletter army behind them. Under the tense gaze of both sides, they passed through the position where the previous batch of daemons had collapsed.

"Artillery crews, prepare, fire a volley!"

Receiving Sinuoli's signal, Malakai gave a thumbs-up to estimate the distance and issued the order to fire. In the past, this work was the responsibility of Buluokesen, but now the Engineer remained at Gaoyuanbao to guard the ley line structures of the Southlands.

"Boom—!"

At the pre-battle mobilization meeting, the Slann specifically emphasized bringing more long-range firepower, so the Dwarf army's Artillery this time was not much inferior to the Eight Peaks campaign. Furthermore, by teleporting directly to the battlefield and avoiding thousands of miles of transport, the Engineers were able to mobilize a group of city-defense heavy cannons carried on the backs of Stegadons.

"Are these daemons?"

"Indeed, they are indeed not bound by common sense!"

The roar of a hundred cannons had the power to split seas and collapse mountains, but it only slightly stalled the charging Khorne legion. Daemons relied on Chaos Energy to maintain their forms, which meant that as long as the energy was not exhausted, severed limbs or even a large hole in the chest or abdomen would not affect their continued fighting.

"Second volley!"

Malakai continued to order. He had fought against the Chaos Warband that moved south at Slayer Keep before and knew that thermal weapons were not as effective against them as they were at Slaughtering Greenskins and rats.

Cannonballs also needed some time to fly through the air. Under two rounds of shelling, the Steel Bull Cavalry had charged forward nearly five hundred meters. What awaited them was still not a close-quarters bloodbath with the Lizardmen; Yisitelanna used a precise Sacred Flame arrow to pin the Herald, whose protective blood-light had been worn away, to the throne, followed by a curtain-like rain of swords.

The Lizardmen lacked effective conventional long-range firepower; after all, even the weakest Fifth Generation Slann was equivalent to the Supreme Mentor, the peak of mortals at the Empire Magic Academy. Their overwhelming war magic was not the same concept as the small fireballs and small light arrows conjured by minor mages.

But now there was no Slann spellcasting support. Ancient Salamanders, Troglodons, and even the Engines of the Gods left behind by the Old Ones were powerful, but their releases were limited. Therefore, before the battle, the three races agreed on a triple fire net of Dwarfs, Elves, and Skink blowpipes.

"Swish swish!"

Even the Changxu Dwarf could not find a suitable angle to criticize the High Elf mastery of bows and arrows, and the Sisters of Awalong were composed of the most skilled and firm-minded females among them. Only the best among the sisters were qualified to serve closely and protect the Everqueen.

The handmaidens of the Everqueen generally did not exceed one hundred people. They had the same transcendent status as the Phoenix Guard, usually serving as heralds and messengers, and rarely joined battles as a formed unit.

"Hurrah! Warriors! Praise Order!"

Theodore held his cavalry lance high and roared. After the rain of arrows, the destruction of this Khorne legion greatly eased the tension of the Humans. Looking at the starry bridge deck not far away, which had nothing left but a ground full of arrow shafts, it seemed that victory was not so out of reach.

"Lord of the Army, should we charge directly or grind them down?"

Two lesser Bloodthirsters, slightly smaller in size and with cruder armor, squeezed out of the rift. These Gods of Death, whose savage wings were enough to cover the sky in weak worlds, had to exert all their remaining wisdom under their fury when they saw the formation on the other side of the bridge.

"Look there, that cute big crocodile. If I remember correctly, his name is Nakai; one Lizard standing at the pass has slaughtered five legions."

Yufu explained the past events to the younger generation of the daemon world. Having participated in the first Chaos invasion and joined the legion of the previous Everchosen, Rotigus knew how resilient the order forces of this world were.

"What do you mean?"

"Grind them down. Our helpers will become more and more numerous, while they will get tired, and their ammunition and arrows are not infinite."